It’s true, I’m a morning person.
As long as the sun is even slightly up when I wake up, I’m good to go. If it’s dark when I am forced to crawl out of my self-heated tangle of sheets and comforter and ponytail every whichaway, then I’m cranky and tired. But mornings like this morning, where it’s a little chilly (but comfortable) and I can just brush my teeth and take a glass of orange juice with my out to the pasture, these are the mornings that I love.
I even have the windows open in my apartment and the back porch door open too because it’s cooler and drier outside than in (that and my apartment has adopted a strange smell that I am wishing to depart with). I woke up this morning a little congested (well, actually, a lot congested) and I rolled out of bed and brushed my teeth. I drove out to the barn because Friday is my day to feed the ponies with Meredith. Last night Joey’s mom said that she could never get up quite so early to just go feed some horses, but I really like feeding on Friday mornings. If I didn’t get up to feed I would most certainly sleep in until thirty minutes before my class started without a problem. So I get up happily and I drive over there and I even turn on the heater cause I’m a little chilly even though there’s a jacket in a wrinkled pile in the passenger seat.
The ponies, of course, are waiting for us. I am sure that they think that we are here on this earth to serve them - that their needs come before everything else in life. The gate of course, is locked, and so I just hop it and Meredith drives up and we open the stall doors and the ponies (except Zapato) know what to do. They all file in and with a little prodding and butt-slapping they figure out that in order to get some breakfast they have to enter the stall. When they are all situated, we empty the 50 pound bags of feed (the barn uses about 200 pounds of feed a day) into the yellow wheelbarrel. Today Meredith was the scooper and I was the wheelbarrow pusher.
I love how ponies nicker and whinny and stomp the ground and do other bad things like kick the doors and throw their heads wild eyed into the aisle between the stalls while they impatiently wait for their food. They look a little evil, with their eyes rolling back in their heads, and their ears pushed back, and they arch their necks really high and stike out with their hooves. I also like how when you bring the scoop near them they can’t help but stick their noses (which are twitching fervently) in the scoop so you spill more than half of it on the floor. And then they thrust their noses so diligently and excitedly into their buckets that many of them turn upside down right then and there and the feed all falls to the floor.
I love how mornings at the barn and quiet and calm and all you can hear are the pawings and muching of horses and the grotesque scraping of little bird claws on the tin roof. You just walk up and down the aisles and survery the herd and I always get Bewithced and J-Lo confused. It’s relaxing out there and you feel smart and in charge and needed and responsible. Because the ponies are counting on you to feed them and treat their cuts and bruises and then turn them out so they can run around or nap in the shade or bicker with each other.
Yes, it’s true. I’m a morning person. I like the morning because it’s fresh and new and even when I’m feeling a little under the weather (like I am today) things can only get better as the day progresses.
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I feel a bit like a jack of all trades. Or at least, I have been lately. It’s like I have a super hero identity that I would rather not have. One moment I’m photographing events for the polo club, another moment I’m hunkered down in my apartment cramming the tiniest details of glycolysis into my head and in a third type of moment I’m relaxing happily on my sofa, enjoying a good meal that I’ve cooked and watching some Good Eats. I’m part chef, part artist part student and wholly stressed and busy beyond my wildest dreams. I mean, I thought I was busy last semester taking 14 hours and working 45. But this is a different kind of busy - I haven’t decided if it’s good or not yet. But I can definitely say one thing - I am totally ready to graduate. Seriously.
I have also finally completed my veterinary school application. Yes, yes, we all thought I was done when I submitted that ridiculous thing back in the beginning of September. However, I have been waiting on some reccomendation letters and I still have to take two 2″x3″ photos of myself and send the $100 check to TMDSAS. In the meantime I have a killer biochemistry test on Tuesday that I’ve been procrastinating studying for as well as the deathly anatomy test Wednesday morning that I will surely fail.
But… I haven’t been this happy in a very long time. Maybe I’ve never been this happy before. Things are falling in to place in my life and I think I am going to be able to go where I am headed. I mean, the whole veterinary school thing is looking good (but I don’t want to get my hopes up too high) - my GRE went well anyway - I’m going to graduate in less than a year (oh how I hate being an undergraduate) - and there’s someone in my life to share it all with. And I almost digressed into my previous discussion on karma, but I will spare you the monotony.
Anyway… I am so dead tired from all this crap that I have been having to do lately. I am extremely looking forward to Wednesday, which marks 1 1/2 weeks of just doing nothing. And then after that I have a week with 6 tests or something like that. Sigh.
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I have always thought confidence to be a key factor in success in life. Those people who have the confidence to stick to their intuition (even when it’s wrong) always seem to be the ones getting ahead, while the rest just let life pass them by because they are too worried about making a bad choice. I find even on tests as long as I feel confident going in to the test that I can logically reason out any answer (which is why I HATE anatomy) I always get better results, nevermind how much I studied (or didn’t). It’s about brushing your teeth in the morning and getting out into the sunshine and not being afraid to smile when life has just kicked you in the pants.
Sure, I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. I don’t really think that’s any different than any other person (other than the fact that I can admit that some of the stuff I’ve done was a complete mistake). However, despite this, I have few regrets. Everything teaches you something supposedly, and I can definitely say that I am not the same person now that I was six years ago when I was a freshman in high school, or even two years ago when I was a freshman in college. Things haven’t always been easy, and I’ve had to do some things I would have rather not of (but sometimes you really do have to look out for #1 and do what you have to do), but all in all, I can say I like where I am, where I’m going, and where I’ve come from.
I was sitting in class today (for three freakin’ hours) and I was just thinking about how lucky I’ve been lately in meeting a lot of great people. And I don’t think it’s that after two years you finally get to meet cool people in college - I think it’s all due to the fact that I am a lot more confident now than I have ever been (but hope to God not cocky!) I really like talking to Jason and the two guys who sit behind me in class. During the breaks we always are laughing and saying the dumbest shit anyone ever heard but it’s fun. And I think last year, or the year before that (when I never talked to anyone in my classes because I didn’t want them to know I was a freshman) I wouldn’t have talked to them. And I would have sat in a corner by myself and just went to class and been bored. But now… it’s fun, the people you meet. I talk to everyone now (I do love to talk), people in stores, on the street, in restaurants. I’ve become rather fearless (unless it comes to cantering on a horse).
So there it is. I think the key to success in life is being confident (without being cocky). It certainly has served me well this past month or so and I’m ever so lucky to know the people I know.
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